letters

Sat alone,

Reading letters

They take you back

There’s a purity and energy in every word

You hope it’s not forgotten

Because it isn’t for you

And when your daughter scrawled shapes

Onto blue paper

You’re fighting back tears

Especially when she told you how

Her running is improving

And she’s worried about maintaining control

Over her class

Then you find the letters from your grandfather

Stoic, careful words. A world apart from you.

But there’s magic and he’s with you again

For as long as you can stand to read it

So, you pick up hers again,

The coiled, careful wonder of each word

A kiss, saved for when you need them

And sometimes you do

But you’ll never say

However, you write it

All

Down.